Prayed Alone
(“He
alone is immortal; he lives in the light that no one can approach. No one has
ever seen him; no one can ever see him. To him be honor and eternal power!
Amen.” 1 Timothy 6:16)
I
dreamed I saw a man,
a small man,
a round man,
crowded on his knees
into the dark corner of
a half-pew. He prayed alone.
a small man,
a round man,
crowded on his knees
into the dark corner of
a half-pew. He prayed alone.
I
dreamed he saw me,
just a
guy,
a plain guy,
edging next to him
as he half arose from his
long kneeling. He prayed alone.
a plain guy,
edging next to him
as he half arose from his
long kneeling. He prayed alone.
I
dreamed, we did not speak,
two humans,
too precious
to despair alone;
I joined him in the shadow
cast by earth. We prayed alone.
two humans,
too precious
to despair alone;
I joined him in the shadow
cast by earth. We prayed alone.
I did
not know him,
maybe me,
or a son.
Maybe a mixture
of everyone I’ve known who,
swathed in light, had prayed alone.
maybe me,
or a son.
Maybe a mixture
of everyone I’ve known who,
swathed in light, had prayed alone.
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